I Would Gather Children…

Some would gather money Along the path of life; Some would gather roses, And rest from worldly strife. But I would gather children From among the thorns of sin; I would seek a golden curl, And a freckled, toothless grin. For money cannot enter In that land of endless day; And roses that are gathered Soon will wilt along the way. But, oh, the laughing children, As I cross the sunset sea, And the gates swing wide to heaven – I can take them in with me. -Author Unknown